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Religion convened in the parking lot of the Live Oak library, ANOTHER place patrolled frequently. I hope the RA is smart enough to make this a quickie.

Hashers head back to their cars or into the restaurant to eat, completely disgusted with this trail. Goodnight from Trail 670. May the Hash go in Peace

In the distance, the wharf was ablaze. The margaritas must be flowing freely at Olitas!

I'd like to have this sign in my garage but it seems somewhat unnecessary to have it hanging over a twenty-plus long row of beer tap handles!

dBASED accused Dung-Fu Grip of laying a YBF off the mysterious Phantom Trail. dBASED was the only one that took it so they both did a down-down.

Here we see Just Kevin trying to tell his mother what's he doing tonight without being too honest!

Occasional Rapist and Jizziki forgo the more traditional hasher accoutrement of a pint glass for that of a martini container.

Just Mike, at only his second hash, arrived after on-out and had to play catchup

Hilary and Mary Kate listen as Twisted Fister details what they can expect to have happen if they ever attend another Surf City hash

Just Janna,Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker, TIMMY and Occasional Rapist were made a laughing stock for having to back track into Beer Check.

Merely blocks from the start the Liquor Check mark was observed. What did we find? View on...

The discussion as to where on-on-on should be took so long we ended up trashing Wicked Retahted's yard instead! Goodnight from Trail 795. May the Hash go in Peace.

Jack O'Neill says, I can't surf a zeppelin!

Virgin Brooks ponders his options for Joke, Song or Body Part. Sorry, harriettes but Brooks spit up a joke.

Summer's Yeast's flame-colored locks lead the litter along a quiet street. Little do residents know what kind of people are passing by their homes.

Paki-Sack, never one to miss a free beer, was chastised for missing Beer Check. He admitted his short-cut turned out to be a Beer Check-missing long cut!!

Soon the place filled with hashers ending all prospects for a quiet after-hash dinner.

And the hares...Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore. Hashing a Hugh-Pussy Galore trail is NOT a sport for the perfectionist!

Shady Curtains came all the way from Monterey's CANd H3 to gnaw on dead animal bones with us.

What a scenic and sweet-smelling section of trail! But did the hare-pair take us through here? But of COURSE not! The next picture will show you how they deftly avoided what would have been memorable.

Co-hares Stub Rub and Summer's Yeast seem unconcerned by the pouring rain. That being said, THEY know where trail's going.

Barstool Bush and Twinkle Tush,nearby residents, make sure to distance themselves from the mob.

Traditional flour with an oatmeal additive withstood the evening's rain quite well. Too bad trail didn't measure up.

Dog Breath and Furburger chuckle after Evan says, I REALLY needed a beer after a trail like THAT!!!

This electric train set went beside the house and continued into the back yard and is obviously a labor of love by someone as immature as ourselves!

Who said Banana Basher never takes a shower?!?

Thmp-Thmp was congratulated on the (mostly) successful completion of 50 hashes with Surf City

Here we see two mortals, Aaron and Megan, who were recruited along trail, a decision they may soon regret!

Here's a blast form the past: A check with the notation 'Puff's a Tosser!'. I was unable to catch the perpetrator of this injustice!

While this store may have fewer lamps than Riverside Lighting, theirs are certainly more eclectic and colorful!!

Last month, much of this building would have been obscured by the throng of tourists with cotton candy in hand and sand in their hair.

Co-hares Dung-Fu Grip and Shallow Hole recoil as a hound asks a specific question about trail. Something, apparently, they were not of a mind to answer!

TIMMY, looking like a native banana slug, sticks to beer tonight. He's tired of paying for martini glasses he seems to break with alarming regularity.

FRB's to Beer Check had it pretty easy and their pick of ales. The DFL's were far behind fighting off the aforementioned ticks and keeping an eye for for the advertised mountain lions.

Schlong Division,Virgin Jenna,Dirty Latecummer and Virgin Joss return from a YBF and do not appear especially pleased with this turn of events either!!

Porter hugs the ground hoping to become invisible and not be called up for a down-down!

The hares brought enough food to feed everyone twice over. So, well, everyone just ate twice as much as they should have.

Shiny Snail Trail was first to the sacrificial altar for crashing her car last night into not one but TWO trees and ending up by trashing someone's mailbox as well.

Circleup was a loose affair. We waited on Banana Basher intending to award him the hashit but the low-life rat sneaked out the back door and headed straight to Beer Check

Just Maureen was accused of living in a gated community on the hill above neighbor Summer's Yeast and Stub Rub.

We're in a pretty ritzy neighborhood here so Thmp-Thmp keeps an eye out for coppers.

Here's a sign we damn well could have done without seeing! CSI was even cruel enough to lay a check here!

Little Anal Annie calms nervous neighbor

Must be hasher ducks. They can't tell a sewer overflow ditch from Neary Lagoon

Meanwhile,REAL hashers like Occasional Rapist,Dog Breath and Banana Basher went straight back to the Jury Room. Goodnight from Trail 644. May the Hash go in Peace

Moose Turd Pie and Virgin Cat crush some recent landscaping, just as did the hares before them!

Slonad heads on-up a deer trail amazed at how vibrant the poison oak crop is this year!

Co-hare Twisted Fister zeroes the mileage meter on his pedometer. I truly hope he has not set a minimum distance for this trail!

The Human Pube tries to imitate Just Jeremiah and wishes his legs were as long as Jeremiah's!